Fell in Love with the Vampire

I wasn’t good at jobs interviews. I actually sucked. And yet I wasn’t nervous. I showed up ten minutes earlier to make a good impression, and now I was waiting for Scott Turner to welcome me into his office. "I’m sorry, I’m late and I have a lot of things to do," he hastily told me as he set the drinks in the fridge. After a few minutes he got up and signaled me to enter his office. "So, Madison, is this the first time you work as a waitress?" he asked me to start the interview. "No, I have worked in several clubs in Venice" I answered trying to be as professional as possible. He seemed surprised, then he read my résumé. "And why did such a young girl came to America?". "I always dreamed of America" I smiled. He smiled back at me. "Let’s give it a try. Would you like to come here tonight? If you don’t have a car, I can take you from home," he said suddenly. "That’s fine, thank you," I said, smiling again. Then I got up, shook his hand and left. I was supposed to go to Cozy Beaver by 6:00 p.m., so I had some time. I took the opportunity to make a cake to bring to my neighbour. It was better if I made a good impression. I knocked on the door and a girl smiled at me. "You must be the new neighbor! I’m Sophie Cooke, welcome to Bellevue," she said. She was very pretty, blonde and slender. She was about my age, maybe a couple of years older than me. "Nice to meet you, I’m Madison! I brought you a cake" I was a little shy but I felt comfortable with her. She invited me in and we talked for a while. "Come on, are you really going to give Cozy Beaver a try tonight? I’ve been working there for years! Don’t worry, I’ll help you," Sophie said. She seemed like a really nice girl and a great person to have as a friend in a place where everything was new to me. We said goodbye and I went home. It was five o'clock, I looked at the boxes that I still had to start fixing up and sighed. I had to get ready to go to Cozy Beaver, I would have thought about the boxes later. ~ At six o'clock I was there, ready to start the test. Scott greeted me with a big smile. "So, Madison, here’s your uniform: In the hallway on the right there's the changing room for the maids, where you can leave your belongings. Today is a Tuesday, there shouldn’t be many people, let’s say it’s good for the first day" He gave me a white short-sleeved shirt with the club logo and a pair of black shorts. Strange as a work uniform, maybe a little too exposed, but I could not protest too much. I walked into the locker room and found Sophie changing. "Madison! I’ll wait for you, so I’ll show you how to move", she smiled. She seemed really a treasure girl. I changed quickly and followed her. "So tonight it’s me, you and Sarah. Don’t mind if she asks too many questions, she’s always looking for juicy gossip. Where did you live before you came here?". "In Venice," I answered. "Are you Italian? I swear I would never have said that, you speak a perfect English!" Sophie was just adorable. She explained to me what the job consisted of: taking orders and serving tables. All things that I already knew how to do quite well. Then she introduced me to the cook, Langdon, and told me not to mind his provocations, most of the time he was joking. They all seemed very easygoing to me and I was ready to start. There were three rows of tables: Sophie was going to take the one on the left, Sarah was going to take the one in the center, and I was going to take the one on the right. It didn’t look bad. At seven o' clock the place began to come alive, many people came to eat, some just to drink. I was totally immersed in the work that time passed very quickly. It didn’t take me long to understand the dynamics: around nine o'clock, people began to decrease more and more, despite the local’s closing time was two o'clock in the morning. So, at half past nine, there were only a couple of tables, and we were all starting to clean. Suddenly, however, the door opened and a man came in. He was dressed in a strange way, he had a long dark blue coat that seemed made in the eighteenth century. Underneath, he was dressed completely in black, and his long brown hair fell on his shoulders. His face was in half-light and I couldn’t make out his features. He obviously sat in my row of tables. I was going to go to him with the order sheet in my hand but a hand on my shoulder stopped me. It was Sophie. "That’s Feran, he’s a vampire. You feel like serving him? I know him, I’ll go if you want," she said. Was that a vampire? My first vampire? I was fascinated and tempted to go there and ask him a thousand questions, but at the same time I was terrified of him. "Don’t worry. He’s in my row of tables, I got it" I smiled. Then I approached the vampire, unable not to shake. I took a deep breath and cleared my throat. "What can I bring you, sir?" I asked professionally. Only then did he put his eyes up and look at me intrigued. "Do you have plastic blood? Zero negative?" he asked without taking his eyes off me. "Oh, zero negative! My blood type!" I immediately regretted what I said. What an i***t. He smiled a little. "I’ll pretend I didn’t hear it," he winked back. He looked like an 18th-century nobleman, and he probably was. I hurried out to the back to get his vampire food, brought it to him, and quickly walked away. I just got here, I didn’t want to bleed to death on my first day at work! "Don’t worry, he won’t hurt you," Sophie said, suddenly noticing that I was a little upset. "Are you sure?" I asked her. I needed reassurance. "Of course, as I told you, I know him well. He’s not the type to break the law by killing humans," Sophie winked at me. Then Scott came up to me. "Okay girl, I see you’re a little upset. You’ve never seen one of them live, have you?" I nodded. I certainly wouldn’t have forgotten that first day. "You did very well today, for me you can continue. But now I see you a little tired, if you want to go and change I’ll take you home," he finally said. I thanked him and went to change. Scott was waiting for me outside the club with a big truck. "Do you live next to Sophie?" he asked and I nodded. Ten minutes later, I was there. "Thank you for the opportunity, Mr Turner," I thanked. "Call me Scott, I’ll see you tomorrow at six," he smiled. He was very kind. Getting out of the car, I hurried to open the door and threw myself on the sofa. What an intense evening... The only thing I wanted to do at that moment was to sleep, but I didn’t have the strength to change and get into the room, so I leaned on the sofa and fell into a deep sleep.